Sam knew this Alley like the back of her hand - had done since she was a toddler - and one thing she definitely knew was that it was anything but predictable. Like today, for example...what she should have been doing was going for ice cream, and yet she found herself responding to a call to catch a toad.

"What's its name?" she asked curiously, curly hair bouncing as she jogged to catch up with the guy, boots thudding against the cobbles. A closer look revealed said guy should be a whole lot more responsible than losing a toad. An upcoming firstie with a new familiar, he was not. Still, she could be a good Samaritan and help a dude out. "D'ya have any treats with yeh?"